Another low point

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Posted by on November 22, 2010 at 8:09 pm

Sunday – 7:30 am. I’m sitting at the table, enjoying the sunshine almost as much as the half and half in my coffee. I’m helping my son write a thank you note for a birthday present. If you have ever sat in this chair, you know how it goes:

Jake: I want it to say “Cooper, thank you for coming to my party and for the present. You can come to my birthday party again next year and all the other parties. Love, Jake”

lamemom: Well, you have a pretty small piece of paper and your letters (in fat marker) are pretty big so how about if we say, “Cooper, thank you for the airplane. Love, Jake”

Jake: I want it to say “Cooper, thank you for coming to my party and for the present. You can come to my birthday party again next year and all the other parties. Love, Jake”

So on and on we go, writing very slowly and carefully. He asks how to spell the words and I tell him and he writes them and I’m a little ashamed to admit that I was half-heartedly cruising the front page of the newspaper. Eventually, he makes a mistake, mixes up the letters. He gets upset, I say don’t worry, we all make mistakes and markers are tricky because you can’t really erase. Then I hear myself asking him to pass me the paper and I said I could fix it, turning the capital letter d into an o. But I’m not sure if at that moment, I was offering to fix it to make him feel better or if I was offering to fix it for some effed up reason so he has a nicer looking note, (fully cognizant of the awfulness, here), so it seemed “good,” and not “good enough.” Was I trying to fool myself? Someone else? Will I be signing him up for a pageant next? (Though with that long blond hair of is, I’m sure he would win…)